Thank God the boys had started sleeping through the night. It took her damn near a month to break them from her breast, and now they were completely comfortable with taking the bottle to bed.
She wanted to take a bottle to bed, too…a big bottle of Jack Daniels! Why she allowed Jeff and Caleb to talk her into taking care of the majority of this surprise for their wife, she didn’t understand. But, it was done now, and in two days, it would all be over, and well worth it if it brought a smile to Janie’s face. Macie felt for the poor woman, she really did. To be bedridden for an entire nine months must be torture for Janie.
Hell, if that were her, she would have to kill someone. She couldn’t sit still long enough to get her a manicure and pedicure from the new spa that opened up last month in town. Nope, if that were her, all hell would break loose, making the hell kitten of Treasure Cove look like the Easter bunny!
Macie arrived home from work to find the living room furniture shoved off to one side, barring a single chair and the spare mattress from the basement spread in the center of the room. After a moment’s thought, she decided it must be movie night, but then she remembered that was two days ago.
After removing her shoes and dropping her purse on the side table, she wandered into the kitchen for something to eat and checked for any signs as to whether her men had eaten yet or not. There were no signs of them at all. She came to realize no dishes in the sink or resounding noises from elsewhere in the house meant that she just might have a few more minutes of quiet, if she was lucky.
Taking a quick glance in the other rooms, Macie stopped in the master bedroom to change into something more comfortable, all the while wondering where in the hell everyone was at, but then thought against it, figuring better not look a gift horse in the mouth. She returned to the kitchen to place some popcorn into the microwave. Waiting for the ding, she grabbed a bottle of wine and looked in the cabinet for a bowl. When the popcorn was done, she emptied the bag into the bowl and headed into living room. Plopping down on the mattress, she flicked the news on to the TV with the remote.
Ah, bliss.
The click of the door before it swung open caught her attention.
All she wanted was to enjoy the peace and tranquility of her few moments of splendor and have a glass of wine before her night turned into a free-for-all of hot sex and worship.
Life was good. That was until she got a good look at the way her Master was dressed.
The moment Andrew walked in wearing his leathers and nothing else, she knew she was no longer in charge. Yep, her night was about to get a little bit rough, not that she minded one bit.
“Strip,” Andrew ordered, making his way further into the room. It was then as Macie stood that she noticed the new additions to the living room. Above her head were several eyebolts bolted into the ceiling. How she missed the ropes, chains, leather and silk straps, lying next to the mattress on the floor, she would never know. But seriously, that was something that should have stuck out in her mind.
Damn, she needed more rest. A reindeer could have been eating her poinsettia plant and she wouldn’t have noticed it. She was so taking a vacation after Christmas.
Doing as he ordered, Macie quickly removed her clothes and stood naked before him. She loved this man ever since she was a little girl, and it was moments like this, when he stared at her, that she still had a hard time believing that he belonged to her. Andrew Jenkins was her man, and she was his woman.
Andrew picked up a red rope and bound her hands. Raising them above her, he attached the rope to a D-ring, which he attached to a chain that was hanging from the middle of the ceiling.
“I thought of taking you into the playroom, but the last time you were in there, you fell asleep on me, my love. Now, I can’t have that happening again, so tonight we are improvising. Besides, there is more room to maneuver in here. Plus, I get to introduce you to my whip collection. Would you like that, my love?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Excellent.”
Macie stood on her toes with her wrists bound to the support beam overhead, her hands encased in the soft red rope. Andrew had made sure to pull her arms high enough so that only when balancing on her toes would Macie get some relief from the pulling on her arms. When she got too tired to continue standing on her toes, she would dangle helplessly. She could only hold this position for a few minutes before the strain on her arms became too much and she was forced to stand on her toes again. It became a delicate balancing act of trying to support herself enough so her arms didn’t hurt but not so much that her legs strained.
This would have been hard enough on its own, but Andrew had other plans. After he tied her up, her husband pulled a silk scarf from his pocket and covered her eyes, tying it behind her head and completely blocking her vision. Andrew pinched her left nipple, and when she opened her mouth to let out a yelp, a ball gag was immediately stuffed in and strapped behind her head. The gag filled her mouth, stretching it open as far as it could go.
Despite the gag causing her to drool slightly and the blindfold blocking out her vision, there was something else that was distracting her.
Andrew loved to experiment with her senses. He had told her once that seeing things as they happened allowed the mind to formulate whether pain or pleasure was coming. He told her that the fear of the unknown was a deterrent, and therefore, he preferred the blindfold. That way, whatever he chose to use or do to her, she would experience without precognitive speculation, and she would be able to make an informed decision. Of course, Macie thought it was all a bunch of malarkey, that Andrew just enjoyed the kink factor of disarming her.
Kinky bastard.
While bound, gagged, and blindfolded, Macie heard the sounds of a tiny motor. Sighing, she knew that Andrew had grabbed one of her vibrators, and if she was correct, it was her eight-inch, pearl-laced rabbit with ten settings.
She loved that toy.
The vibrations grew louder, and then she felt it as it was slowly slid inside of her.
She moaned as the large vibrator filled her tight pussy nicely. He flicked it to its lowest setting, knowing the vibrator would keep her unrelentingly aroused.
Then came a sensation she didn’t expect.
A cold, slippery liquid was applied to her asshole as Andrew flicked and teased her rear.
Macie felt powerless, trapped as her husband pressed lightly against her hole and turned on the vibrator already deep inside her. The combined pleasure quickly began to make Macie drip. Slick juices ran down her leg.
“Ready to play, love?” Andrew whispered into her ear as he slid his finger up her thigh and tapped lightly on the vibrator. Little lightning bolts of pleasure shot through her as he touched the vibrator.
Taking his slick finger, wet from her own juices, Andrew slowly penetrated her ass. Macie tensed as the first knuckle began to enter her. Her tight hole stretched, trying to envelop the finger. With a pop, she managed to make it past the first knuckle. Despite her moans, Andrew continued sliding his finger into her. Again, Macie tensed slightly when his knuckle struggled to get inside, but it was no use. His finger slid into her until it couldn’t go any further.
“Breathe, baby,” he said. “This is going to happen. It’s been weeks since I’ve been in this ass. Tonight your ass is mine.”
Worry began to build up inside Macie at the sound of his words… “Tonight your ass is mine.” It had been almost a month since he had taken her there. Oh, she knew the difference in their scheduling, raising twin boys, and just being plumb tired at the end of the day were daily excuses, but damn it, a little warning would have been nice. As it was right now, she could barely take one finger and he wanted to stick his huge cock in her ass.
Um, not happening tonight, bucko!
Macie squirmed and begged Andrew not to, but all the movement just caused his other finger to move inside her. After giving her about a minute to become accustomed to his second finger in her ass, Andrew began to slide his finger back. Before Mac
ie could feel the relief of him completely removing his finger, he changed directions and pushed back in. Slowly Andrew fingered her asshole.
The discomfort faded, replaced with pleasure. Okay, this isn’t so bad. I can handle his fingers. The feeling of the vibrator in her pussy and Andrew fingering her ass was almost too much. All she wanted to do was bounce up and down on his finger until he brought her to orgasm, but with her hands tied as they were, she could only dangle helplessly as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Each time she reached the brink of orgasm, Andrew would stop his movements. Slowly she would feel her climax creep away only for him to start back up, bringing her back to the edge over and over.
Asshole, just you wait until I get free. You like torturing me, well paybacks are a bitch, baby!
She was on her way to her fifth or sixth edge when Andrew leaned in and whispered into her ear, “If you want to orgasm, this is your chance. After this, you won’t have another opportunity for awhile.”
You fucker! What the hell do you think I’ve been trying to do for the last hour while you have tortured me to death?
Andrew continued to thrust his finger faster and faster into her bound, blindfolded, and gagged ass. The feeling of pleasure built inside her as she approached her final edge and anticipated the orgasm to come. Andrew kept pumping in and out of her, guiding her closer and closer to her ultimate pleasure. Together they reached the point where Andrew had previously stopped but not this time. The continued assault and vibrations coming from her pussy brought Macie nearer to orgasm.
Suddenly the phone rang and there was a cold empty feeling inside Macie. Andrew had removed his finger as he went to the other room to answer the phone. Being so close to the promised orgasm only to have it taken away almost brought Macie to tears. She was so immensely frustrated she couldn’t take it anymore. All she could think about was how desperately she wanted to have her Master back inside her. It felt like a piece of her was missing.
After what seemed like hours but was probably less than a minute, Andrew returned without a word. Macie heard the cap on the bottle of lube pop open. Finally, she would get the orgasm she needed. As she heard his footsteps draw nearer, she felt the same nerves in her stomach that she had years ago before their first kiss. When he finally reached her, she knew this was it. She could feel the cold familiar of lube being rubbed on her inviting hole, but there was something slightly off. It didn’t feel like Andrew’s finger being pressed into her. This was thicker and felt as if it was made of rubber.
“That was Jeff on the phone, love,” he whispered. “He suggested a sleepover of sorts, something to keep Janie happy since she’s been so down lately. I told him we’d love to.”
“What!” Macie tried to scream through her gag. Was her husband nuts? They couldn’t stay at the Jenkins Ranch with two babies. Did he not know the undertaking it would be to pack for the boys just to make sure they were comfortable? Wiggling in her binds, she cursed her husband, but her fury seriously diminished the effect she was going for thanks to the gag in her mouth.
“I knew you would agree.” He laughed as he continued to press the plug against her hole. It was bigger than his finger. Macie struggled to accommodate the much larger intrusion trying to enter her. Eventually the plug fell into place. Once the largest part made its way inside, there is no way for the wearer to push it out without assistance. Just to insure that the plug and vibrator stayed in place Andrew slipped her panties back onto her, forcing the vibrator and plug deeper into her. “Don’t worry, love. Mattie and I will help. We aren’t completely useless, you know. Now, I will be back in a few minutes. Be a good girl and don’t go anywhere.” He chuckled.
And with that, he was gone but not before giving her quick slap on her ass, knocking her off balance. She twisted around trying to slow herself with her toes as the realization of her situation swept over her. Alone in the living room she stood gagged and blindfolded, the vibrator and butt plug filling her and keeping her in a perpetual state of arousal.
Macie listened as his soft footfalls slowly faded. The silence was deafening. The only sounds were the rapid beating of her own heart. Her body hummed, and her pussy vibrated.
Without her husband around to torment her, she began to take in all of the sensations. The air was cool and crisp. This caused her nipples to peak. The fireplace behind her kept her warm enough that the chill in the air only affected her nipples. She knew that her panties had to be completely soaked. Her juices had been dripping down her legs before Andrew put her panties back on her, and she suspected it wouldn’t be long until she was dripping again. Her jaw ached, and drool trickled down her chin. After what seemed like forever, Macie felt a draft pass by her. Listening intently, she could hear someone walking around.
About damn time!
“Well, look what I have here. This is a nice little present to come home to. Remind me to thank baby brother later.” His voice was deep, and Macie sighed.
It was Matthew.
“Andy said he was going to truss you up. I never thought he would actually do it, but damn, baby, you sure do look purdy.”
Macie didn’t want to talk. She wanted out, and she wanted to be fucked. At the moment, she didn’t give a damn which brother fucked her. She just wanted cock! Screaming through her gag, she swung her legs around, trying to get Mattie to let her go.
“No need to get angry, baby. I ain’t letting you go. Besides, I wanted to talk to you about something. Remember how we all agreed that we would cut back our hours at work, to spend more time with the boys? Well, I did the math. Andy and I have kept our end of the bargain, but you, little Macie May, did you know that your hours have been increasing?”
She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She was bound, gagged, and hog-tied to the ceiling, and Matthew wanted to go over how many hours she worked? Did he not get that there was a vibrator pulsing in her pussy and a butt plug stuck up her ass? She was in a perpetual state of arousal and he wanted to talk! “Now, according to the spreadsheet, you worked a total of seventy hours this week. How is that possible? There is only forty hours in a workweek, and if I’m reading this sheet correctly, you were only supposed to work thirty of those hours. Can you explain why you worked an extra forty hours?” he asked.
Macie shouted, struggled, and could barely hear what Matthew had said. Then again, she didn’t give a damn. She had a business to run. She couldn’t do it if she was at home.
“I can’t understand you with that thing in. Let me take it out,” Matthew said. Macie continued to struggle.
“Baby, stop kicking me!” Matthew added as he removed the gag. He fumbled with the strap that held the gag in her mouth. His fingers brushed her cheeks. A shiver went through Macie’s body. She didn’t know if this was from the anger she felt toward this man or her arousal that he ignored. The ball popped out of her mouth. By this time, drool had trickled down Macie’s chin and dripped onto her chest. She tried to close her mouth and swallow, but her jaw ached. After a few moments exercising her jaw, Macie was able to swallow and speak.
“You’re an idiot! You know that, Matthew. I am tied up and you ignore me as if I am some lamp sitting on a side table. Drop your pants and fuck me!” she shouted.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to be giving orders,” Andrew said, walking back into the room.
“Andy’s right, baby. We have been trying to get into your pants for days now. Nevertheless, you’ve been too busy for us. But now that we have you where we want you, you don’t get to be in charge. Baby brother warned you earlier. You’re ours tonight,” Matthew informed her.
Andrew pinched Macie’s left nipple and gave it a sharp twist, forcing her to let out a shout. “Please continue, brother.”
“Like I was saying earlier, your hours are increasing. We all know that it takes a lot of manpower to run that diner. Hell, baby, out of the three of us, you’re the hardest working, but it can’t continue. Therefore, Andy and I came up with an idea. Well, it’s more as if
we’re gonna tell you how it’s gonna be, and you’re gonna do it, but we can talk about that later. Anyway, for the time being, Tomas is taking over as manager of the diner, and we have hired you two girls to pick up the slack.”
Macie gasped. She couldn’t believe what he was saying. She knew it would happen. Matthew wasn’t a spring chicken. However, for him to go completely nuts in less than six hours, that had to be a record or something. Because if he thought for one second that he could dictate to her how she was going to run her business, he had to out of his ever-loving mind!
“I knew you would like this plan. See, Andy, I knew she would agree.” Matthew grinned.
“I don’t think that is the look of a woman who agrees, brother. I think it’s a good thing I tied her up first, because I feel the moment we let her go, we will be unleashing the devil himself,” Andrew said as he traced his finger down her spine, resting it on her perfectly round ass. This brought her attention back to the plug that sat firmly inside her and its counterpart buzzing away in front. Macie shuddered at the thought of this man touching her in such an intimate way.
“Who the hell…” Macie said before Andrew stuffed the gag back into her mouth. He didn’t even bother to buckle it behind her head, knowing its sheer size would keep it in place. “Watch that language, Macie May. You don’t want the boys picking anything up. They are very impressionable at this age.”
Faster than she could figure out what was happening Andrew untied her hands from the beam, letting her fall onto the mattress. Her legs were tired from trying to support herself and the earlier struggle. He grabbed her arm and easily lifted her to her feet. He quickly moved her to the large padded chair, throwing her over the back. Taking the rope that held her arms above her head, Andrew tied her already bound hands to the leg of the chair, forcing her to stay bent over.
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